There are times
when you forget
when you should remember.
Like friends' weekend plans
that they already told you about.
There are times
when you remember
when you should forget.
Like disturbing pictures
that come up on your news feed
unannounced.
There are times
when you want to remember
and so you do.
Like moments for the Pensieve.
There are times
when you remember
without trying.
Like your library card number
from growing up.
23910002127051
There are times
when you know
you will never forget something.
Like specific details
of your day
on September 11, 2001.
There are times
when forgetting
is just what you need to do.
I once liked a boy so much
that I had all the details
of every interaction we'd ever had
filed chronologically
and stored in technicolor,
ready at all times
to be shared
with any sympathetic female
who might listen
to my (overly specific) tale.
Recently,
I was trying to tell my friend
some details of this story.
And I had forgotten.
And it was the best feeling
to realize how free
I really was.
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